Life is but a dream,
Just a friction of a chance,
Would it be possible,
For when we die to do a dance?
When we die,
We receive a gift,
And that is freedom,
‘Coz death gives you, from life, a lift.
There is no hell,
For you to rot,
After someone took,
That pointless shot.
I highly doubt,
That god is true,
It’s just as likely,
As our sky not being blue...
And that is why,
I honor death,
As the highest honor,
And it will take me, like it took my friend Seth... |
